There was a racket of motors outside in the drive, and Watkins appeared in the doorway.
"Pardon, your ludship. But I thought you would wish to know Mr. Hilyer and 'is party 'ave just driven up.'
"The devil they have!" exclaimed Hugh. "I suppose we'll have to see 'em."
But Watkins lingered in the doorway.
"What is it?"
Watkins cleared his throat.
"You may remember you instructed me to inquire if strangers 'ad been seen on the roads 'ereabouts the morning of the funeral, your ludship."
Hugh nodded.
"Mrs. Dobson at the Lodge said nobody passed on the village road, your ludship. And I made other inquiries, but without success until I met 'Iggins, the carpenter, sir, this morning. 'E said one of Mr. Hilyer's motors passed on the London road close on noon, but that was all."
"Well, that doesn't help any," said Hugh. "Whoever did it must have taken to the woods and cut across to the Channel road."